David ☤ Sater
@dastardlyds.bsky.social
mythographer, artist & aspiring achemist ~+~
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developing a new hermetic philosophy +
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developing a new hermetic philosophy +
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David ☤ Sater
@dastardlyds.bsky.social
· Nov 12
a riso watecolor from the next section of my osthanes novella
+ a poem of dogen's written just before his death in kyoto 1253:
fifty-four years lighting up the sky.
a quivering leap smashes a billion worlds.
hah! / entire body looks for nothing.
living, i plunge into the Yellow Springs.
+ a poem of dogen's written just before his death in kyoto 1253:
fifty-four years lighting up the sky.
a quivering leap smashes a billion worlds.
hah! / entire body looks for nothing.
living, i plunge into the Yellow Springs.
pome while waking
the tricycle has lost its center. by which i mean an invisible centrifugal point that purveys destiny. or should we say outside destiny. & never encucumbered. do we grow sick of ourselves , like a wolf that ate a hairy melon. me-lo-das o me-lo-quitas. an imp sits on yr breast
the tricycle has lost its center. by which i mean an invisible centrifugal point that purveys destiny. or should we say outside destiny. & never encucumbered. do we grow sick of ourselves , like a wolf that ate a hairy melon. me-lo-das o me-lo-quitas. an imp sits on yr breast
July 9, 2025 at 2:01 PM
pome while waking
the tricycle has lost its center. by which i mean an invisible centrifugal point that purveys destiny. or should we say outside destiny. & never encucumbered. do we grow sick of ourselves , like a wolf that ate a hairy melon. me-lo-das o me-lo-quitas. an imp sits on yr breast
the tricycle has lost its center. by which i mean an invisible centrifugal point that purveys destiny. or should we say outside destiny. & never encucumbered. do we grow sick of ourselves , like a wolf that ate a hairy melon. me-lo-das o me-lo-quitas. an imp sits on yr breast
new etchings, bad scan ~+~
April 23, 2025 at 9:07 AM
new etchings, bad scan ~+~
formless mass that floats between her ribcage. the woman begins to levitate off the ground. 'singholyholy' say the little yellow birds. scaith of a grey shadow. a mark twain of a spectre moves and lights the candle and all the candles are lit and the party is en media res , redjoys
April 4, 2025 at 11:20 PM
formless mass that floats between her ribcage. the woman begins to levitate off the ground. 'singholyholy' say the little yellow birds. scaith of a grey shadow. a mark twain of a spectre moves and lights the candle and all the candles are lit and the party is en media res , redjoys
cask of lilac wine rocking, small snakes. snacks to the pirate. hay of his teeth, a bite in the blueblack leather of his hat
March 30, 2025 at 4:05 PM
cask of lilac wine rocking, small snakes. snacks to the pirate. hay of his teeth, a bite in the blueblack leather of his hat
cold traversal, the magic boots are vibrating, breaking down the analogic fabric of time. cloudscaping. the girl becomes a reindeer, her head sprouting vocative branches . see the edge been the object and its environment hair-startled with the manifold texture, horn
January 20, 2025 at 9:16 PM
cold traversal, the magic boots are vibrating, breaking down the analogic fabric of time. cloudscaping. the girl becomes a reindeer, her head sprouting vocative branches . see the edge been the object and its environment hair-startled with the manifold texture, horn
now the nameless horse like a shoulderblade of the ship, the creetching haunts of the forest. the providential wild fruit.
December 31, 2024 at 6:18 PM
now the nameless horse like a shoulderblade of the ship, the creetching haunts of the forest. the providential wild fruit.
notes ;: fell into the djurious, soaked bottom half - hunting lodge crust les sandwiches staying in the hotel agatha christie finished her first novel in dartmoor, the tor stones , devil and arthur. salmons of knowledge and hazel nuts seven sisters of the well
December 31, 2024 at 6:34 AM
notes ;: fell into the djurious, soaked bottom half - hunting lodge crust les sandwiches staying in the hotel agatha christie finished her first novel in dartmoor, the tor stones , devil and arthur. salmons of knowledge and hazel nuts seven sisters of the well
with the twins seperated it is as if thr chain has been cut between the fish that enclose the year, and change is possible
December 30, 2024 at 2:39 AM
with the twins seperated it is as if thr chain has been cut between the fish that enclose the year, and change is possible
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immaculate vibe, a ghoul's day
November 22, 2024 at 4:03 PM
immaculate vibe, a ghoul's day
language vaunts over the hill with a grey integua as the knot of the wolf. hats are dispersed according to the private doxa. a friend knocks , the alphabet in opaque amber broth. inertia wrestles the space over the bedroom of the giant , green drapes , news
December 24, 2024 at 6:57 PM
language vaunts over the hill with a grey integua as the knot of the wolf. hats are dispersed according to the private doxa. a friend knocks , the alphabet in opaque amber broth. inertia wrestles the space over the bedroom of the giant , green drapes , news
note to self:: write an autobiography , called Meatball Madness :: over n out
December 7, 2024 at 6:36 AM
note to self:: write an autobiography , called Meatball Madness :: over n out
when the witch was your age, she was as you are, unsure of herself. a snap of a strand of thunder in the sky or a stone thrown through her window, and she was off. the ineluctible weight in her hands , her shadow joined with its, no walls could keep her. she was determined to learn how to fly
December 5, 2024 at 11:14 AM
when the witch was your age, she was as you are, unsure of herself. a snap of a strand of thunder in the sky or a stone thrown through her window, and she was off. the ineluctible weight in her hands , her shadow joined with its, no walls could keep her. she was determined to learn how to fly
you have been late for work before in the same way jacobs armpits wont stop growing their hair, siphon of the mage, suncream to offend the sky. write quickly so they cant catch u. one never knows. i am sick with groundlessness. do not trust those that did not cross the magic, believed with trial
December 3, 2024 at 7:47 PM
you have been late for work before in the same way jacobs armpits wont stop growing their hair, siphon of the mage, suncream to offend the sky. write quickly so they cant catch u. one never knows. i am sick with groundlessness. do not trust those that did not cross the magic, believed with trial
the planets are moved by angels we are told. so is the dower face of the ghoul with small fangs & the garnish of determination . heptangle O , the skink of ink poised on the mal-gaggled staff looks both forward & back, the crunked wold crashed. swamp with a frog's mouth of acid
December 3, 2024 at 7:45 PM
the planets are moved by angels we are told. so is the dower face of the ghoul with small fangs & the garnish of determination . heptangle O , the skink of ink poised on the mal-gaggled staff looks both forward & back, the crunked wold crashed. swamp with a frog's mouth of acid
telestics spread across the field. the purple crow, the eye a magnanimous sphere , the undying friend. wali. arabic breaths gather across the lawn. the anchor rustles in congruence with the starfish's water, hephatia (thomas vaughan in her armpit) wings. the skeleton of an automobile
December 1, 2024 at 9:51 PM
telestics spread across the field. the purple crow, the eye a magnanimous sphere , the undying friend. wali. arabic breaths gather across the lawn. the anchor rustles in congruence with the starfish's water, hephatia (thomas vaughan in her armpit) wings. the skeleton of an automobile
diffident roots. route calamity. the jester's joy flies like a ball in motive arcs. the wysard's spell moves like a gauze of what color ? turning the candles to pumice stone & back again when the eye finally blinks. the cycloptic sun is hidden eating the low denizens under the boulders, oaf
November 30, 2024 at 3:41 PM
diffident roots. route calamity. the jester's joy flies like a ball in motive arcs. the wysard's spell moves like a gauze of what color ? turning the candles to pumice stone & back again when the eye finally blinks. the cycloptic sun is hidden eating the low denizens under the boulders, oaf
dissonance is jove's knees echoed through the palace halls. the nymph of a moth - bears it breast & all to the cook's hand , crumbling under calamity. the friar was a shrimp in the metal bowl. the prince jumped off the roof with a kite, made it all the way to bermuda (barracuda's offering
November 30, 2024 at 1:16 AM
dissonance is jove's knees echoed through the palace halls. the nymph of a moth - bears it breast & all to the cook's hand , crumbling under calamity. the friar was a shrimp in the metal bowl. the prince jumped off the roof with a kite, made it all the way to bermuda (barracuda's offering
thousands of green butterflies fall from the sky , a great shin passes. the drunken saint on his brown ox. the ax disassembled by the hurricane. if u cannot walk on water , then how will u pulls silk words from yr gourd. metatactical. the ermine's dilema imagining the mountains cloak, snow
November 30, 2024 at 12:55 AM
thousands of green butterflies fall from the sky , a great shin passes. the drunken saint on his brown ox. the ax disassembled by the hurricane. if u cannot walk on water , then how will u pulls silk words from yr gourd. metatactical. the ermine's dilema imagining the mountains cloak, snow
here's bill traylor with his art for yr late morning ~
November 22, 2024 at 4:04 PM
here's bill traylor with his art for yr late morning ~
immaculate vibe, a ghoul's day
November 22, 2024 at 4:03 PM
immaculate vibe, a ghoul's day
it is morning, rain has quieted on the deck prism (purple white glass in the ceiling)- the waterwheel recirculating fresh atoms of the boat's free plumbing. the children like scholars formulate their plan 4 the day. whelk, calcium carbonate of the shell, wild perrier. solemn rascality of the library
November 22, 2024 at 3:14 PM
it is morning, rain has quieted on the deck prism (purple white glass in the ceiling)- the waterwheel recirculating fresh atoms of the boat's free plumbing. the children like scholars formulate their plan 4 the day. whelk, calcium carbonate of the shell, wild perrier. solemn rascality of the library
turn aestheos ~ the ethics of a right moment, when the buddha at last drops the call ~+~ when real excitement is at the door behind the next word. when somethyng actually important has been said. when the sartorial tortoise finds the clover which can open any lock precisely, when ur father
November 13, 2024 at 11:25 PM
turn aestheos ~ the ethics of a right moment, when the buddha at last drops the call ~+~ when real excitement is at the door behind the next word. when somethyng actually important has been said. when the sartorial tortoise finds the clover which can open any lock precisely, when ur father
the stars have passed an infinite span to be with you & continue passed. when the hearth is as old as the greenman's face, & the tea kettles pops and whirs with excitement to see you after so long. as the fox changes colors from red to grey to blue to brown as arctic snow hastens the long bite
November 13, 2024 at 3:22 AM
the stars have passed an infinite span to be with you & continue passed. when the hearth is as old as the greenman's face, & the tea kettles pops and whirs with excitement to see you after so long. as the fox changes colors from red to grey to blue to brown as arctic snow hastens the long bite
Reposted by David ☤ Sater
The 'zombie worms,' or Osedax, survive on bones of fallen whales and other large sea creatures on the deep-sea floor. These incredible worms have no mouths or stomachs. Instead, they release acid to bore into bones, absorbing nutrients through symbiotic bacteria in their tissues. #marinelife
November 12, 2024 at 8:32 PM
The 'zombie worms,' or Osedax, survive on bones of fallen whales and other large sea creatures on the deep-sea floor. These incredible worms have no mouths or stomachs. Instead, they release acid to bore into bones, absorbing nutrients through symbiotic bacteria in their tissues. #marinelife
xiuchentu - a daoist alchemical interior chart of the body
November 13, 2024 at 12:08 AM
xiuchentu - a daoist alchemical interior chart of the body